A gentleman very purposefully entered our office carrying a large, plain cardboard box.

“Er, hello…?” Clare said.

“Hi!” he said. “I’m from Barringtons, your stationery suppliers; you ordered some bits and pieces this morning”.

“Oh! Yes!” Clare chirped. “I thought you were bringing in an injured bird, or something…”

Because, of course, you would, wouldn’t you?

You would put an injured bird into a cardboard box and take it to your local estate agents’ office.

Especially with there being a vets just 50 yards up the road…